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A Good Husband.
MF, Reluc, Interr, Light Bondage, Wife,)
by norealwriter@hotmail.com
This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property of the
author. Any reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited
without the express written permission of the author. (C)2002 By:
NoRealWriter The contents of this story are fictitious. Any
similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. This
story contains descriptions of sex between adults. It is
intended for adults only. If you are offended by material of
this nature, are under the legal age in your location to read
this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this material,
go no further. This story has been extensively rewritten since it
was last submitted one year ago.
*
Chapter 1 - A Good Provider
Conflicting thoughts raged through Janine's mind as her
electrified body quivered with arousal. Feelings of humiliation,
shame, outrage and fear mingled and competed with sensations of
titillation, erotic attraction and wide-eyed exhilaration. She
was, however, becoming increasingly and almost completely lost in
the pleasure and excitement of the moment. With her arms and
legs tethered to the posts and iron frame of the hotel bed by
long silken scarves, she could hear her own breathing accelerate
with each passing moment. The elegant nightgown that she was
wearing for the first time, a gift for "this special night", that
her husband had dressed her in, was now hiked up high enough to
expose her increasingly wet vulva to the irresistibly attractive,
young, black stranger whose mouth was within inches of her
waiting vulva. As his moist tongue delicately brushed against
her swelling clit for the first time, she finally surrendered and
abandoned her misgivings. That she should feel safe was
paramount to her, and the presence of her husband watching them
from a nearby chair, ultimately provided that sense of safety.
Now, as sexual excitement overcame all inhibition, she became
less aware of Roger, and allowed pleasure to crowd out her
rational thoughts, leaving only the primitive portion of her
psyche tuned to the pleasure being administered by her remarkable
lover.
The black man's smooth face was clean-shaven and his eyes were
intelligent, kind and beautiful. His scent was clean and spicy.
As lust overcame her, she yearned to run her hands through his
hair and to knead the back of his neck, to let him know just how
she would like him to lick her. But because she was tied up, the
best she could manage to do was to thrust out her pelvis to him,
subtly encouraging more contact. Her lover intuitively responded
to her gesture by flexing his tongue enticingly against her clit.
Conveyed by the adrenaline already in her system, his tonguing
caused intense pleasure to jolt through her, followed immediately
by a velvety wetness, which suffused her vagina. As he flicked
his supple tongue quickly and gently along the sensitive surface
of her exposed womanhood, she alternately sensed the warmth of
his breath and then the coolness of the room's air against the
damp hairs of her vulva as he breathed in and out while licking
her. Panic temporarily washed over her as she suddenly realized
that she would not hold on long before her senses would overwhelm
her and she would orgasm. Normally, she would have welcomed this
release, but she was being transported so far from ordinary
pleasure that she feared an orgasm would bring this altered state
to a premature end.
As she cried out for him to stop, her blurred and muffled moans
reminded her of the handkerchief that her husband had tied around
her mouth. As the passionate and unintelligible sounds emanating
from her rose higher in pitch, the sexual intensity of the room
rose too, by several degrees. Instinctively understanding the
nature of her impassioned pleas, her smooth-chested, lover pulled
himself away from between her leg, before she could orgasm and
began to remove his briefs, leaving her cool and moist crotch in
desperate anticipation of further pleasures.
*
Roger had seen the black man at the exclusive health club where
he often scheduled his early afternoon hours. The youth, who
worked as a club lifeguard during the last several summers, would
shower and shave with all of the regular members of the club,
most of whom were top level executives or CEOs. While many of
the members of the club were in very good physical condition, it
would never have occurred to Roger to think about them as
partners for his wife. Why would it? After all, he was as
possessive of his voluptuous wife as any other guy would be, and
he was terrifically competitive with other execs whether at the
gym, socially, or while conducting business. He had a
wonderfully close partnership with his wife and their evenings
were frequently filled with loving, playful, and sometimes steamy
sexual relations.
One day, though, he saw the tall young man's limber muscles
ripple as the lifeguard pulled a towel across his upper back, and
something clicked. That this quiet and unassuming, young man
exuded a raw, youthful and intense animal sexuality should have
been irrelevant to him. The young man was simultaneously
muscular, powerful and hard, but also appeared to be restrained,
confident and gentle. While Roger felt sure that he was not
attracted to the man in any physical way, he sensed that his wife
would be swept away by him. He sometimes fancied that because of
his close relationship with his wife he could almost see the
world from her perspective, and thus he thought he knew what
would drive her wild. In his mind he held a vivid image of his
shy wife in the throes of ecstasy while being ravaged by the
young man, as if by an exotic and powerful beast.
That he and his wife were faithful to one another was not even a
question in his mind. During their many years of lovemaking they
had experimented with videos, pictures, story magazines, and more
recently, websites. Roger enjoyed the excitement of corrupting
his modest and proper wife with exposure to this material. As
they would watch or read, he loved to touch her vulva, to feel
how hot and wet Janine would get from "slut wife" scenarios, from
lesbian scenes or from any number of naughty sex scenes.
While they had often enjoyed the excitement of these stimulating
fantasies, there had always been an unspoken understanding
between them that they wouldn't actually involve an outside
person in their sex life. But after that particular day at the
club, he began to imagine how exciting it might be if he were to
provide his wife with the gift of this man's sexual energy for
just one special night. As embarrassing as it was to admit, he
couldn't deny that Janine would get particularly turned-on by
scenarios that depicted black men getting it on with white men's
wives, making cuckolds of their husbands. Even more surprising
to Roger was the realization that the thought of Janine getting
fucked by another man, in his presence, also greatly excitedhim.
Roger's wife was active socially and was well regarded in her
community as a soft-spoken and caring person who was helpful to
others. For a woman in her mid-thirties, Janine was quite active
in a number of local causes and charities. She was modest, well
mannered and proper. She would resist the notion of any sordid
meeting; most certainly one of the sort that Roger was imagining.
If they were to jointly discuss plans for such a meeting, it
would simply not come about. For this fantasy evening to happen,
it would have to be upon Roger's initiative, and on the spur of
the moment. He would have no backup plan if the youth was not
interested or, if after things progressed to a late stage, his
wife wanted to back out. Thus, the chances of a wild night of
pleasure for his wife involving the lifeguard, a total stranger
to her, were certainly slim.
*
After a long winter and spring of private fantasy, the husband
happened to be at the club one afternoon as the lifeguard was
coming off-duty.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you here. Are you working
here this year?"
He had broken the ice. Through the brief conversations that they
engaged in over the next few weeks, he discerned that the
lifeguard, whose name was Daryll, would be spending his last
summer at the club. The youth had apparently worked very hard as
a student and was graduating, with honors, as a B.A. from the
local community college. He had worked part-time at the exclusive
club to earn extra money, and he was doing so for just one last
summer before he would be leaving for the East Coast to pursue an
MBA on a generous scholarship.
One day Roger noticed that Daryll was in an uncharacteristically
bad mood. After further discussion he found out that the youth
had just broken up with his girlfriend, ending a monogamous
relationship that had begun when they were each just sixteen
years old. His girlfriend, who was unwilling to accompany him
East, nor to pursue a long-distance relationship, had become
upset that he had chosen to leave town, and thus her, to attend
the prestigious graduate school.
Daryll was upset by their breakup and told Roger that he would be
leaving for the East Coast in a few days. Roger reasoned that
because he had become a successful CEO, a position to which
Daryll presumably also aspired, the young man probably looked up
to him. Feeling that it was "now or never", the husband offered
to meet him at a bar so that Daryll could tell him his girl
troubles. It was over drinks and after a long discussion about
Daryll's girlfriend that the husband told his little "white lie."
He confided to him that he had girl troubles of his own; that
his wife had never been able to have a vaginal orgasm. While the
latter statement was strictly true, the truth was that this had
never mattered, nor even been relevant, to either of them. The
clear implication though was that this was causing a strain on
their marriage. If Daryll could somehow find his way past any
embarrassment, Roger would greatly appreciate his help...
*
Early the next Saturday night, Janine's parents, picked up their
four-year-old granddaughter, Nikki, to spend the night at their
house. Soon after they had left with their daughter, Janine
found herself on the phone with her friend Samantha, trying to
end a conversation with her talkative exercise partner. As part
of their workout, Janine and Samantha would run most weekday
mornings along a five-mile route, and Samantha would end up doing
most of the talking. Janine would occasionally find herself
tuning Samantha out, thinking instead about a previous night of
lovemaking with Roger, or indulging in any number of sexual
fantasies. During a particularly appealing fantasy, she would
often wonder about her resolve to resist her wild impulses were
she to ever find herself in such an unlikely situation, knowing
the whole time how silly she was for wondering.
Roger came up behind his wife while she was on the phone and
snuggled her from behind. He began rubbing her firm, feminine
tummy and her pert breasts in a provocative manner that usually
got him what he wanted. Janine arched her back sensually and
melted into him, wriggling her shoulders and lolling her head
back.
"Mmm, I've got to go Samantha, my child needs me," Janine said
before abruptly hanging up with her friend. "Thanks, Roger
sweetie!"
"I have a surprise for you darling. Are you ready for something
different tonight?"
"I know that look of yours Roger! Have you picked up one of those
movies for us again?"
"Well, not exactly. This is going to require an open mind. Do
you trust me?"
"Should I.?"
A short time later, they arrived at a nice, local, reasonably
upscale hotel that Roger had scoped out, but had never been to
before. He had done his homework carefully. Their room was
reserved and ready for them before they reached the front desk.
*
When Daryll entered the hotel room, he was amazed by what he saw.
Bound to the posts of the bed, her legs wide apart, a
handkerchief tied through her mouth, and wearing a slinky and
inviting nightgown, lay a beautiful, sexy, and petite white
woman. She was propped up with pillows so that she was well
supported in a semi-reclining position near the foot of the bed,
with her knees bent and legs spread. Her thin but defined legs
and thighs appeared smooth, silky, and very sexy. Her small
breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were clearly visible through
the sheer material of her lingerie. She was struggling
agitatedly against her restraints.
Her eyes widened to saucer-shape as they approached, and her
sounds of panic, while muffled and unintelligible, were quite
unmistakable. Her brown, wavy hair flowed luxuriously across her
shoulders and chest as she continued to struggle against the silk
restraints tied about her wrists. As Daryll's cock stiffened,
his impulse was to turn back, but her robe-clad husband put his
hand on his shoulder and prodded him a bit closer to his wife and
the bed.
"This little ritual is all part of how my wife works herself up
to excitement," the husband quietly and confidentially said close
to Daryll's ear. While this was an outright lie, it seemed the
only way to keep things rolling. He was confident that his wife
would settle in to this situation if given the proper time.
He continued in an undertone. "My wife and I have worked out a
signal, and if she really wants to quit, I will let you know.
I'll be sitting over there in the chair." As Roger retreated to
his close vantage point, he felt misgivings -- some
possessiveness, possibly a bit of jealousy. He also now worried,
more than a bit too late, how Janine might react to being thrust
into this rather extreme situation.
Daryll removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet muscular
physique. As Roger's wife watched his every move, her struggling
continued, but with slightly less urgency. As he removed his
trousers and his strong thighs became visible, her vocalizations
became quieter, almost questioning. She stared at the young black
man, mesmerized, watching as his chest muscles and abdomen
gracefully strained and relaxed while he removed his socks. All
at once, the shock of adrenaline and hormones flooding her system
seemed to stun her, and she became almost motionless, frozen with
her legs straining against the silk bindings keeping her legs
wide open. Her head pulled back of its own accord and her eyelids
began to close and flicker lightly and rapidly.
As Daryll advanced towards her, she suddenly renewed her
struggle. But in contrast to the wild flailing she had exhibited
when he had first entered the room, her movements now took on a
more seductive, rhythmical and dance-like quality. Her arms and
legs worked together so that she appeared to wiggle her breasts
and hips in a slow, circular and undulating pattern.
The stranger approached and brought his face close to hers. She
surveyed his face and from his expression and demeanor she
concluded that he was safe. He was absolutely gorgeous and she
felt an enormous wave of attraction for him. His breath was
pleasant and inviting. He touched the back of her head and
pulled lightly at the handkerchief and looked into her eyes as if
to ask her if she would like him to remove it. Her eyes
maintained their lock on his, studying them further. She
nervously shook her head back and forth to gesture "no" to let
him know that she wished to keep the cloth in place. Oddly, the
handkerchief afforded her some sense of control, as she felt that
with it on he could not kiss her mouth, something she was surely
not yet ready for. In the back of her mind was also the thought
that the gag would give her the freedom to scream out loudly and
without inhibition should she get carried away with pleasure.
Still, his offer made her feel that she could trust him. He came
around, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled behind her. His lips
began to play softly over her exposed upper shoulder and across
the back of her neck. He nibbled gently on her ear as his cold
hands first gripped her gown-covered shoulders. As he continued
to arouse her with gentle kisses, his hands warmed up and worked
their way across to her chest. He began to massage her breasts
through the soft, thin fabric of her nightgown. As he gently
pinched and rolled her perfectly erect nipples, she involuntarily
lolled her head back gracefully inviting his lips to kiss the
front of her neck. His lips and tongue made their way up the side
of her neck and he began to lightly nibble the lobe of her ear.
She emitted a low groan that undeniably signaled her pleasure.
As he gently breathed into and tongued the opening of her ear, he
began to clench at her gown, gradually hiking up the material so
that her gown no longer covered her crotch fully. Due to the way
her legs were tethered to the bed, her cunt was soon exposed,
open and vulnerable.
*
Roger watched from the chair, trying not to become overly aroused
too soon. He hoped that he could maintain his composure so that
when Daryll was finished with Janine, he too would be able to
make love to her. This was proving to be quite a challenge. He
watched this young but expert lover climb off the bed and
approach his wife's glistening crotch, head-on, a massive bulge
straining the black man's briefs.
Although it had been only ten minutes or so since Daryll had
arrived, Roger was close to the point of losing it. A big part
of his problem was that he had been in an almost constant state
of excitement for the past several hours leading up to this
moment.
Each progressive step towards the point of no return, 1) the
packing of the suitcase with the new lingerie, silk scarves,
handkerchiefs, comb, and condoms, 2) calling Daryll to confirm
that they were "on" for this evening, 3) talking his wife into
checking into the hotel for the night, and 4) the 20 minute drive
to the hotel, had left Roger more than a bit over-stimulated.
Calling Daryll from the hotel while Janine was in the bathroom to
give him the 30-minute countdown as well as the room number of
the hotel had actually caused his hands to shake a bit. And when
Roger finally tied each of his wife's wrists, ankles and thighs
securely and comfortably to the room's elegant wrought-iron bed
frame, knowing that he was doing so to ready his wife for another
man, he was practically buzzing.
Before he secured the gag over her mouth, he let his wife know
that this evening's activity would be a different scenario from
their occasional light-bondage fantasy. Janine seemed a bit
worried, but before any words could get in the way, Roger
fastened the cloth over her tongue, across her cheeks and behind
her head. He primped her in her nightgown and gently stroked her
wavy brown hair with her favorite brush until it practically
radiated energy. He took a comb from the suitcase and began to
gently stroke her pubic hair. He correctly assumed that Janine
would think that this foreplay would be to ready her for himself.
They heard a quiet knocking at the door. Janine flinched and her
eyes widened nervously, her entire body suddenly at full alert as
she looked up at Roger. She was more that a bit concerned when
Roger gave her a peck on the cheek and got up to answer the door.
"Relax sweetheart," he whispered, "I promise you that this is
going to be great." Suddenly she knew that the rules hadchanged.
*
Daryll's massive cock came roaring out of its den with inadequate
warning. Although the deftness of his wet tongue on her clit had
stirred her longing for him, nothing could have truly prepared
Janine, (nor Roger for that matter) for the shock of seeing the
young black man's enormous, fully erect penis for the first time.
As he stepped closer, she stared hypnotically as his huge,
pendulous boner swung from side to side, its thick base anchored
to his torso like the trunk of an imposing, ancient tree.
Adrenaline pumped through her body and her vulva flooded yet
further with wetness. Janine, bound and prone, felt palpably
that she was now prey snared by a ravenous predator. She had a
sense, on a visceral level, of the inevitable - she knew what
would come next. Her body, as if by autonomic reflex, seemed to
be priming itself for the onslaught of his huge penis. As the
implications of the shocking length and thickness of his prick
began to register in her mind, her intense, primal desire to have
him inside her paradoxically awoke her from her near hypnotic
sexual reverie.
Suddenly the reality of losing her marital virginity caused her
to panic. She had always been a proper and upright woman as well
as a devoted wife, and she wasn't sure she could deal with the
guilt of having been unfaithful to her husband. She was now
outraged that Roger had put her into this position. But in the
next instant it came to her that this had been all her husband's
doing, and that she could actually come out of this with perhaps
the greatest fuck of her life AND the moral edge of having done
this for her presumptuous husband. This was a "no-lose"
situation!
As Daryll rolled a condom over his gigantic penis, she began to
wriggle, struggling seductively against the resistance of her
silk bindings. She was provocative and brilliant as she played
the part of a helpless victim. Stirred up by her recent rage,
Janine delightedly warmed to the pure naughtiness of her
situation, thoroughly turned-on by realization that she was about
to be fucked by this magnificent black male right under her
husband's nose. She was certainly not going to hold back for
Roger's benefit! No, if anything Roger would now pay dearly for
his audacity by being a mere spectator to whatever extreme,
eager, and unrestrainedly wicked pleasure she was about to enjoy
with this outrageous stud.
Daryll, too, had lost any inhibition he might have harbored. He
practically pounced upon her, forcefully kissing her firm, flexed
abdominal muscles, licking her sensitive nipples and her throat,
and finally pulling her gown up to her chin. His strong arms and
large hands worked their way beneath her, past the small of her
back, and down to her butt before lifting her ass cheeks to
spread her wide from below. She was full of anticipation as she
felt his large pole begin to probe her labia. In an instant he
had penetrated her, the massive width of his rock-hard dick
stretching her vagina in unfamiliar ways as he began to enter
her. A sense of intrusion and fullness began to overwhelm her
suddenly too-small cunt. She felt that she truly might not be
able to contain his member within her as he pushed first
tentatively and then slightly deeper into her, causing excitement
like she had never experienced before. Almost out of curiosity,
as if to see whether she could repel the advance of this huge
cock within her, she tightened her pelvic muscles and attempted
to squeeze herself closed. But because she was spread so wide,
this movement actually served to massage Daryll's thick rod in a
way that invited further penetration. As she bore down with her
pelvic muscles, the walls of her vagina closed comfortably around
his rigid cock, and when she let up on the gripping, he slowly
slid yet further into her vagina. Instinctively she repeated her
muscular contractions, and as he worked himself farther into her,
their sex organs tuned themselves to each other. Janine was now
engaged in an entirely new and unfamiliar, yet intimate and
passionate dialog; so natural it seemed "right." The two lovers
were now working together as a team, each partner's effort
intensifying their own and each other's pleasure. As he pumped
his massive, thick rod in and out of her creamy cunt, her
feminine cistern sang back to him in a language of gripping
contractions, and viscous, smooth-muscle massage. Every cell in
her body felt alive and tuned to this new powerful frequency, and
she desired only that this volcanic bliss should continue
forever. His grunts and heavy breathing in her ear played
counterpoint to the wails of pleasure that escaped more from her
nostrils than her mouth. She strained unsuccessfully at the silk
scarves restraining her arms, desperate to grab hold of this
man's buttocks to pull him into her. Instinctively, Daryll
spread wide his powerful fingers, gripping and kneading her
buttocks, drawing her more intimately around his wide cock. The
primitive portion of her brain commanded her legs, thighs, and
her hostage gluteal muscles to intensify the coordinated vaginal
massage of his powerfully hard and throbbing penis. Each of his
powerful thrusts into her were met by the smothering contractions
of her hot and viscous vagina. After an interval that seemed
impossibly prolonged and yet fleeting, the drama between the two
lovers began to near its apogee. Sensing the inevitable, Daryll
plunged deeply, for the last time, into her nurturing warmth as
the two lovers simultaneously succumbed to massive orgasms. His
penis began to spasm powerfully within her as he climaxed,
releasing his prodigious load safely within her and within the
condom. In response, she screamed out muffled wails of unworldly
ecstasy as her vagina contracted in intense orgasm, releasing a
magnificent flood of sticky wetness. As her nervous system
finally overloaded, her body began to tremble uncontrollably and
her vocalizations soon trailed off into a mix of grateful sobbing
and moaning, mixed with tears, as she entered a world beyond
critical thought, beyond time and place, beyond all concerns...
*
Roger watched and listened as Janine's vocalizations and seismic
spasms drove home to him that he was an outsider, looking in from
an immeasurable distance at the extreme, unprecedented pleasure
his wife was experiencing just a few feet away from him. His
carefully crafted plans were realized and had come to fruition.
He watched as his wife left him and everything else they shared,
briefly, for a new place that, ironically, he would only be able
to imagine. His mental state was a confused mixture of erotic
stimulation, jealousy, envy, defeat, and overflowing love for his
wife. Daryll was endowed and capable beyond all expectations, and
clearly his wife had enjoyed the encounter with the black man
well beyond any of his secret fantasies. When the rhythm of
Janine and Daryll's shared rapture slowed and then finally
abated, Roger realized that, indeed, all his goals had been
reached, down to the detail of his maintaining his erection
without ejaculation.
Daryll slowly extricated himself from Janine, climbed down from
the man's wife, retreated to the bathroom, and quickly dressed
himself. When he emerged, Roger quietly thanked Daryll and
escorted him to the door so that he could be alone with his wife.
Roger returned to her and removed the wet handkerchief from her
face. Her body felt warm, limp and soggy as he held her close.
Although she was completely spent, her breathing was still quick
as she whispered to him that she loved him, and kissed him on the
mouth warmly and sloppily. He untied her scarves from the
bedposts, leaving them still around her wrists and ankles. As he
lied down beside her, she summoned the energy to roll over
half-upon him and kiss him sweetly. "Touch me," she managed to
breathe into his ear.
He touched her as he had so many times before and thought that
she felt somehow different to him. He became highly aroused as
she placed her hand gently, lovingly, around his penis. As she
kissed him tenderly and wetly on his lips, he gently touched her
highly engorged and slippery clitoris, and she in turn became
aroused again as she sensed her husband's desire to please her.
The previous stimulation with Daryll and the comforting closeness
of her husband quickly overwhelmed her and she quietly buckled
and stiffened, moaning very softly, as she came in what could
almost be described as an aftershock to the previous earthquake.
She put her heels closer together and threw open her thighs,
exposing her swollen, dripping wet cunt as his invitation to now
fuck her. He wasted no time mounting her. His stiff,
unprotected cock was able to penetrate her loose, and highly
lubricated labia with an almost unnatural effortlessness. As he
plunged into her, he experienced a vague feeling, at once
unsettling, but also undeniably exciting, that he was fucking a
woman other than his wife. As she groggily kissed him, he could
play only but a dozen strokes, lost in her seemingly cavernous,
warm, wet and creamy vagina before releasing within her, his
enormous hot load; the product of all of his love and prolonged
stimulation.
For many nights their shared experience of that special night
fueled hot, passionate sessions of lovemaking. While both Roger
and Janine felt that they were still close to each other, they
never talked too explicitly of that evening's events. Once or
twice Roger had tried to find out from Janine just "how good"
Daryll had been, but Janine would only say that the night had
been "very special" and that she had "enjoyed to closeness of
both men in different ways." Roger had left it at that, feeling
good that he had been able to provide such an exciting experience
to his wife. In Roger's mind, that night at the hotel had come
about because of his intuition and initiative, proof that he
would indeed do anything to bring his wife pleasure. It had truly
been an exceptional experience that neither spouse felt would be
a good idea to repeat.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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to read, but in real life this practice is very dangerous and
stupid. Please accept this story as a fantasy and avoid
situations that place your health and relationships in jeopardy.
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